Fallen Angel

 

Thin, California body;

Bronzed teen, Hollywood love;

Sweet, invisible hope, suppressed

As a wild, two-minute thrill reveals

A dying child of misunderstood perceptions;

Flashing the blue and red illuminations;

A harp less realm and illicit surrender.

 

Imagine the real solution

Beyond this limited reality

Recalling moonlit nights and whispering zephyrs

Under the veranda of possibilities; drinking perfumed lemonade.

Pristine laughter rushes into childhood memories…

Kittens among dew-kissed blades of grass,

Small, white clouds drifting in smooth liquid chocolate,

Oatmeal eaten in the dim glow of Saturday morning cartoons.

 

Now, cry silent tears and

Listen to the restoring vision of faith and ambition;

Every strong view of a bright lifetime; like a flicker,

You have passed by.

 

A secret power lurks within your tainted soul;

Let its desperate plea be heard by the ears of true

Compassion!

 

 

 

Tired Angels

 

Cherubim stand godlike,

Muscles rippling under smoke-covered torsos;

Yet they dream of courage, not desire.

Silent night, all is wet, and without warning,

A distant bell slices through serenity, and with the precision of a timepiece,

A chorus of voices dance to the harmony of a symphony now playing somewhere in time.

Smoke-covered ethereal angels swoop down into the depths of Hell,

Bringing hope and dousing fears, while in the distance,

Again godlike, they stand;

These unwavering spirits of Heaven,

These weary angels;

Yet they had the courage...